The journey home

One of our long time co-workers passed away a week ago. Pearl had worked with us for years and I had very little contact with her over the last five or six years as she worked day shift. We’ve lost a few since Bellagio opened and even though we all understand and know death, it never feels good to me - even if they’ve been ill for quite some time, I find it difficult to say it’s a blessing. Perhaps it is, but that’s all from individual perspective.

I find myself feeling rather emotionally down tonight. My youngest son, Darian, called me this afternoon. He had attended a wake and viewing of a friend that he’d lost touch with over the last few years. Darian completely broke down on the phone and we talked for quite a long time about life, how we let small things keep us from those that we should be close to, and life’s general painful exposure to our emotions. Of course I broke down too.

The older I get, the more I understand death. But that doesn’t mean I like it.

Perhaps our longest journey is life. May we all be at peace with ourselves on the dayour journey is over.

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